The summer of 1982 is the most memorable of my life. It consisted of my sexual awakening at the hands of my mother.
For those of you who read my first letter, you may have doubts that one individual could have a sexual encounter with his mother in law and mother.
Rest easy, I never touch my mother the entire summer. Yet the experiences encountered are very special to me.
CHAPTER 1
School's out and I'm doing everything possible to not help on the farm. We're grain farmers in Southern Missouri. Corn, rice, soybeans. I always volunteer for the easy jobs, delivering fuel, supplies etc. Whatever will get me home or to a friend's house the quickest.
I still remember every moment of this Saturday in late June . I decided to take my 410 shotgun down to the ditch bank and shoot some moccasins, turtles, birds whatever popped up. I yelled at mom and told her what I was going to do and was it ok to get shells out of dad's closet. Dad let me keep the guns in my room but he always controlled the shells.
Mom said "fine I'm starting supper, be back in a couple of hours."
Like most kids growing up, pilfering in their parents' closets or drawers is always pretty cool. Dad had hunting equipment, old trophies, baseball cards etc. in his closet. Stuff any kid would take an interest in.
I grabbed the shells and went to close his door when I looked over at mom's closet door that was open and gave it a peek. I wasn't intending to take long, just give it a glance.
I have never found any porn in the house so I wasn't expecting anything earth shattering. I don't think mom owned any type of sexy nightie either. I had never seen one anyway.
That wasn't her style. She was all tomboy, grew up on a farm and married a farmer. Kept her hair in a quick ponytail most of the time.
I noticed an object on the top shelf between sweaters. This was a new addition I was sure. It was wrapped in newspaper. It was about a foot long and round.
Pulling it down and unwrapping it, my heart about jumped out of my chest. It was a ceramic dildo.
The reason I knew it was ceramic was mom took a ceramic class every tuesday night with a bunch of her friends and she had been bringing home plates, cups, pitchers all winter and sitting them around the house.
The dildo had the same amateurish paint job as the other pieces. It was painted a flesh color with a brush and the crude head was painted a bright red. It had a balls area with black marks to simulate hair.
Holding it, I realized how big it was. At least a foot long and really big around. The only thing I could think about, was mom going to stick it up her?
Had she already done it? Did she like it? Was this the size girls liked or was this the size of most guys?
I wrapped it up and placed it back in the closet returning to my room. I just sat on the bed thinking about this discovery .
I never thought about my mom having sex. She was just always there doing her mom thing. My biggest concern was my dick. It was never going to be close to that size.
I had become pretty proud of my dick. It got nice and hard and I enjoyed touching it. There were a couple of girls I had been talking to and dreaming about them maybe jacking me off.
Now all of a sudden I didn't want any girl seeing or touching me if mine was small.
I laid on the bed pretty depressed when mom came in the door. "I thought you were going outside."
"I changed my mind. Just leave me alone."
What mom does that? She started in on me "what's wrong, I know something's bothering you, are you sick?"
I finally said "I saw what you made in ceramics class." When she looked at me we both knew what I was talking about. Yet she played dumb and said, "what do you mean? which piece?"
"The one in your closet."
Mom responded "oh that thing, that was just a joke, a bunch of us made them to be funny. You shouldn't let that bother you. Besides if you minded your own business you wouldn't have seen it."
I continued laying there not responding when she said "why is that bothering you so much?"
"Are they all that big?"
Mom sat down on the edge of the bed. "Jamie that was just a joke a bunch of us girls did, the size is what was supposed to be funny."
"Mom, I'm not even half that size."
She just sat there without speaking, collecting her thoughts. "Jamie, you're a normal guy in all ways. There is nothing for you to be ashamed about or worried about. Now get up and get going."
"Mom you don't know If I'm normal or not. You're my mom , you'll say whatever you think you need to or what you think I want to hear. Just leave" and I rolled over and faced the wall.
I could feel mom still sitting on the bed and her eyes burning a hole in me. It seems like we sat like that forever without moving.
She finally stood up and grabbed me by the shoulder rolling me over, "all right kiddo whip it out, let's see it."
"Mom, no way, your crazy."
"Well there's only one way to tell and I can promise you I'm not going to tell a soul are you?"
"Come on, shit or get off the pot" Mom said. One of her favorite lines.
I exhaled and looked up at the ceiling breaking eye contact. I started pushing my jeans down and realized I didn't have a hard on. How was this going to work? I stopped and looked at mom, "uh, it' not big right now, you know what I'm talking about?"
"Yeah go ahead, I can make a good decision anyway" she said.
I lowered them down just past my balls and looked at mom. She is looking at it and I guess she knew I was getting ready to run off at the mouth as she said "just be quiet, give it a minute" and continued to look at it.
I looked down as well. As I calmed down, the idea my mom was looking at my dick worked it's way into my brain. Actually both brains. It started to grow.
Mom never sat down just stood there with her apron on looking at my dick. It was rock hard and pointing straight at my face. We're both just staring at it.
After a couple of minutes mom reached over and grabbed my forearm and guided it to my crotch
"Go ahead, let's see if it works right."
My face turned beet red. It was so embarrassing. But the touch was needed. I didn't want to stare into her eyes or turn away, that seemed rude.
I just stared directly into her chest, covered by her apron as I jacked off.
It seemed like a long time went by as I played with myself.
My mind began to wander as to how this was going to end and I started slowing down when mom said, "don't slow down, keep going" and I resumed my pace.
As the pressure increased and the feeling was consuming me, mom reached over and slowly pushed my shirt up to my neck.
This simple act caused me to start cumming, shooting on my chest. My hand was flying on my dick and my butt bucking off the bed.
As I started coming down I looked over at mom. She smiled and said " It looks okay to me kiddo. Seems to work fine too."
She took off her apron and laid it on my chest. "Get cleaned up and head outside, I don't want to see you till supper."
My mind was in overdrive the rest of the day.
I calmed down that evening and I realized how cool the whole thing was. I remember thinking mom saw everything and said I was normal.
CHAPTER 2
The next morning I woke up and got ready for church.
After I got dressed I had some free time and was laying in my room thinking; my mom watched me jack off yesterday.
As I thought about it I started getting a hard-on. About that time I heard Dad walking through the house yelling "come on! Let' go, load up!"
